Alpha Andrew's Human Mate

Chapter 3

MARTHA;

I had not expected this handsome stranger to stand up for me. He defended me and chose me over the five beautiful women arranged for him.

I had only arrived here to see if I could get money for selling my body.

Tolu, my best friend, had told me I could get money by sleeping with a stranger, as the money I was paid for working at Silver's Restaurant wasn't much.

My heart raced in my chest as the formidable man scooped me into his arms. His masculine scent of cedarwood filled my nostrils, and his well-sculpted features made me uncomfortable.

I had not been feeding well because of my stepmother's brutality, especially since my father's death.

I lost weight, as I had to work to take care of my needs and I was only living in the house with my stepmother and Elena.

They cooked without giving it to me. They spent my father's hard-earned money without caring to ask about my needs.

I had to work to sponsor my feeding and to ensure that I completed my studies at Suncity University, since I was studying business management.

I couldn't challenge Sandra, and I was hoping by the time that I had graduated that I would have a better job to challenge her and take what was rightfully mine.

After all, Sandra had an explanation to give about Mark's comments regarding my father's will.

"Are you scared of me?" The formidable man asked me after he had placed me on the bed.

If I said that I was not afraid, that was a lie, because he towered above me, and I could barely reach his shoulder.

My head was just reaching his chest, and he peered down at me like a predator scrutinizing its prey.

"No… I am not scared of you," I lied, and he laughed and reached for his shirt buttons to strip it off.

"You do not have to be scared. Though I am like you, why should you be afraid? I have human features, don't I?" he asked me, his brows raised in a question mark as he regarded me and flexed his muscular arms.

I gulped hard, wondering what he meant by saying he had human features like me.

"Yeah. You're handsome," I replied bashfully, avoiding his golden eyes.

"You should have your bath. I am a clean freak. So, would you like to bathe first? Or do I bathe first? What drink do you like?" he asked as he stripped off his black shirt and revealed his tattooed chest to me.

My eyes widened when I saw the wolf head tattoo on his chest and the several marks like claws and old scars on his chest.

Seeing my eyes were glued on his chest, the formidable man smiled and said, "Admiring my tattoos, right?"

"Yeah. Are you a warrior? Doesn't this big tattoo hurt?" I asked him, knowing that it was wrong to pry into a stranger's life. We only had a night together, and I do not need to ask him who the f**k he was.

"Yeah. It's a tribal tattoo. I am from the Dark Mountain Pack," he replied, and I saw his eyes glow, and I didn't know if I was hallucinating at the moment.

"Dark mountain pack? I heard the pack has real lives wolves living there, and we were warned not to cross the river and mountain to that territory. Are you a werewolf?" I asked him, my eyes widening in shock.

Even though I ignored the news, It had been rumored that real werewolves resided on the other side of the city. But many of us were scared to tour the area.

Like, who wanted to uncover the truth about a werewolf? The thought of being in a room with a real werewolf made me anxious.

I rose from the bed to dart out, but he caught my left wrist and pulled me to his tall masculine frame.

"Are you scared of me?" He asked, his eyes narrowed with a sinister glint.

"No. I am just not comfortable. Your tribal tattoo and the fact that you said that you are from the Dark Mountain Pack," I replied, my lips trembling, and he raised his right hand and used it to touch my long hair.

"I haven't seen a beautiful woman like you before. Has anyone ever told you that you look like a real-life moon goddess?" he teased me, and my cheeks flushed at his remark and his closeness.

"No. I am a human. I am not a goddess or whatever you said," I replied, thinking he was just complimenting me and he was not really from a pack of wolves.

Or was I overthinking it?

Was he really a werewolf?

"You don't have to fear me. I like you, and I will pay you one million. What do you say?" He offered, and my jaw dropped.

"One million…" My lips trembled as my ears flamed red.

"Will you really offer me that amount?" I asked him, as he stepped away from me to take off his trousers' belt.

"I do not promise what I cannot offer. If you perform well, I can double the amount. So the choice is yours," he replied, when he pulled off his belt and let go of his trousers.

It fell off, revealing his long, masculine, hairy legs.

I gulped hard, as my eyes shamelessly trailed his tall frame from his feet and up to his crotch.

I gulped again.

Even though he had not taken off his boxers, The massive size of his crotch made me tremble.

My knees buckled as I staggered backward.

"Will that thing fit in me? I do not think that I can take you, sir," I replied, trembling before him.

Before I could run to the door and exit the room, he captured my hand and slammed me against the wall.

"Do not test my patience, Miss. You saw other women who were offered to me, but I rejected them for you. Why can't you be a good girl and please me? Fine, I will pay you three million. Will that be enough?" He asked, his deep, husky voice filling my ear, as his hot breath brushed my cheek and sent shivers crashing down on me like a tidal wave.

"Um, okay. I will try," I replied anxiously, and he released me.

"Strip," he ordered, as he moved back and stepped away from me.

My mind raced with what I could do with the three million.

First, I will get my evil stepmom arrested and dig into my father's file to know the actual cause of his death and to take over his company that was handed over to Elena and my evil stepmom.

"Alright," I replied, and reached to take off the black coat.

He lit a cigarette as he moved to take his seat in the room.

Once my hands reached for the hem of the black coat, I took it off slowly and carefully away from my shoulder.

The thickness of the coat made me realize it would be expensive as the cold wind brushed against my skin.

I stood before the formidable man in my orange pants and bra.

"Have your bath and come out with nothing except a towel. Hurry up," he dismissed me, his golden eyes locked on mine, and I gulped down my anxiety.

"Alright." My legs quickly bolted to the bathroom door, and I shut it as soon as I stepped inside.

The bathroom was furnished with a white bathtub and a shower.

There were free sponges and soap in the bathroom.

Knowing that I could not keep the formidable man waiting before he changed his mind, My hands hurriedly unpacked a new sponge, and I swiftly switched on the shower and bathed as thunder cracked in the sky.

I knew that my fate was already sealed to sell myself.

I prayed to God for forgiveness of my sins, as I finished my bath and stepped out of the bathroom to find the man still seated on the singular chair in the room, but he was on a phone call.